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Rise of The Undead Legion

Three years ago Conquest was released, redefining virtual reality and gaming. ‘An entire world on a server. Dive in and play the RPG to end all others; explore, create, conquer. LIVE!’ It became an overnight phenomena worldwide. Dave Ruster grew up without a family to speak of, he had few friends and fewer prospects. He lives in the same small town where he graduated from high school, and works long hours at a low-paying job that barely pays for rent and the food on his table. He can’t afford college, but at least he is not out on the streets. His life is going nowhere, stuck on a treadmill. Until chance, karma, or providence, call it whatever you believe in, intervenes. Suddenly, David’s circumstances change. Injured and unable to work, he’s about to lose what little he has. His fate balances where crisis and opportunity go hand in hand. He can risk it all, seizing the opportunity to make circumstances work for him, potentially going further and higher than he ever dreamed. Or he can accept his fate and watch life from the sidelines Join Dave as he puts all his aspirations and hopes, all that he is, into the game he always wanted to play, Conquest! It will be a journey of adventure and discovery, victory and loss, as he strives to create a new future for himself, in-the-game and In Real Life. **** Story is currently being proofed by our Lord Sambraga! (chapters 54+) so please bear with the mediocre quality of writing in the first chaps, it gets much better later on!****

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Mysteries of Isla De Muerta

Dave's shield was right in front of his face. He had predicted the gunshot and enabled [Block] to cancel out the damage.

He had an ugly expression on his face, Dave was wrathful, "What I hate most in this world are unfaithful assholes and those who point guns at me at me with a gun!"

Dave stomped his foot forward and crashed into the undead with in [Stampede]. The blue-coated undead fell to the ground, his flintlock landing a few feet away from his hand. He scrambled to retrieve to the gun, but Dave struck down with his bastard sword at the undead's arm cutting it off.

"You're weak," Dave muttered, the undead was only level 200, and Dave's slash had already taken more than 30% of his HP.

Dave kicked the gun away from the undead and held him by the collar or neck, "Who What made you?" Dave asked.

But before the struggling undead could speak, the second one-shot an arrow at Dave's back.